Thursday, August 27, 2015

David Weller thought he had it all—a loving partner who gave him a ring, a steady job he didn’t hate, and so much hope for the future. But in the wake of a devastating diagnosis, everything he thought was solid and real lay in pieces at his feet.

Four years later, he’s still sifting through the rubble of his life. His catering partnership occupies his days, while his nights are filled with dangerous sexual hookups and very bad decisions. Then the last person he ever expected to see again walks back into his life.

Owen Hart’s single biggest regret is the way he was forced to leave David behind—no explanations, no chance to make it right. Until now. Finally free of eight years of lies, Owen’s back for the only man he’s ever loved.

An incendiary encounter in a club proves that time hasn’t weakened their physical connection, but David’s wounds run deeper than Owen’s deception. And if David can’t first forgive, Owen doesn’t have a second chance in hell.

Warning: This book contains an Australian transplant with a head full of secrets, a party planner with enough baggage to sink a battleship, and a surly teenager who just wants them both to get over themselves.

I'm not sure why I waited so long to read this installment of the Cost of Repairs series. David and Owen are equal parts stubborn and loving which make them perfect for each other. Don't get me wrong, the stubborn parts seem to outweigh the loving parts but truth is that without the stubborn there wouldn't be any loving. Yes, I know that statement is a mouthful of repetition and redundancy but it's completely true and because of it, I wanted to reach in the book and give both men a firm shake, and sometimes slap to the back of the head, but I also wanted to dive in and just hug them until the pain of the past was gone. They may not have touched my heart quite as deeply as Rey and Samuel did from Cost of Repairs(Book 1) and Acts of Faith(Book 4) but they definitely burrowed in and found a lasting place with me.

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Extreme anger was not the reaction Owen Hart anticipated receiving when he finally spoke to David again. Surprise, naturally, or even some form of grief. But no, David was furious and seemingly growing more furious with each passing second. Owen’s words hadn’t helped matters in the least.

“You came back for me?” David said, each word dripping with a kind of condescension that he’d never leveled in Owen’s direction before. “What did you think? I’d be sitting on the couch at our old place, patiently waiting for you?”

“Of course not—”

“Go to hell.”

David stepped to the side, and Owen countered the movement. He hadn’t planned on this occurring in the men’s room. He had only wanted to see David again from a distance, to observe and then form a plan of engagement. His skills must have been slipping, because eight years ago his target never would have seen him from across the room, and he never would have run into him on his way to the john.

He used to be better at a lot of things.

“All I want is a conversation,” Owen said. “Please.”

“I’m working. And for your boss, apparently. Am I supposed to believe that’s a coincidence?”

No sense in lying about it. “No, it isn’t a coincidence. I gave Mr. Harper your business card.”

“How the hell did you get my card?”

“Lindy.”

David’s face went red, and a dangerous fire sparked in his eyes. “You talked to Lindy? She knows you’re back?”

“Yes. We talked a few days ago. She wouldn’t give me your address or tell me where you’d gone, but she gave me your card.”

“I can’t believe she did that.”

“She believed me when I told her why I left the way I did, and that I wanted a chance to explain it all to you in person.”

“I don’t care anymore, Owen. You were an absolute bastard, and I don’t want to hear any apologies or explanations. I want you out of my life.”

“Please—”

“No.” The low growl in David’s voice had a fierce finality. “Leave me alone. I’m going back to work.”

He didn’t stop David from leaving this time. Owen leaned over a sink, hands braced on the cool porcelain, and let the knot in his gut slowly uncurl. The knot had socked him hard the moment he realized David had seen him in the lobby. Now that they’d spoken, the anxiety slipped away. First contact was a step toward what he wanted most in the world—to tell David the whole truth. Even if David didn’t forgive him and refused to give them another chance, Owen could say he tried.

Two men from the office came in. Owen gave them the friendly nod one exchanges with co-workers then set to the business of washing his hands. He searched his memory for their names and came up with Bob and Louie.

He’d only been back in Harrisburg for a month. Settling in and learning a new job had taken a lot of his time. So had keeping an eye on Michael, whose rebellious streak had only intensified with this latest move. Owen had always heard that raising a teenager was hell. Freshly fourteen, Michael seemed determined to walk him through all nine levels of it.

Being in Harrisburg again was painful for both of them. Everything about the city reminded Owen of David, and of the life they’d shared. They’d been best friends during a time when Owen wasn’t quite aware of his sexuality, then lovers when he came to his senses. Then they’d made a promise that Owen destroyed because he’d hidden his real past from David. A past he had every intention of revealing in great detail. He owed that much to David.

He owed it to Michael, as well. It took Michael nearly a year to warm up to David, but once he did, David had been Michael’s favorite person. David had a magic touch that quelled the rebellion and anger that was always present in Michael. They got very close those last two years, even though Michael could never completely open up about his troubles. Neither of them could. And Michael had viciously blamed Owen for leaving David behind when they moved away from Harrisburg.

Owen had been trying to right the wrongs of his past for years. And now that the danger to him and his son was gone, he could finally fix his family.

David hit the street and kept walking until he found a metal bench that looked clean enough to sit on. After storming out of the bathroom, he’d made a quick excuse to Rey about feeling queasy and needing some fresh air. The warm June night was scented with gasoline and the contents of a nearby garbage can, but at least he’d put some physical distance between himself and Owen.

Seeing him, talking to him, had created the worst kind of emotional storm—rage and joy. Rage at Owen’s audacity in saying he’d come back for David, after dropping him so cruelly and suddenly. Joy at seeing Owen again at all. And if that wasn’t enough, old feelings had stirred, tempting David to give Owen a chance to explain.

Until rage reminded him why that wasn’t going to happen.

Michael.

Owen hadn’t mentioned if Michael was with him. Had he left Michael in Australia? Or wherever the hell he’d moved to? Owen apparently had a job at Harper & Gross, so was he back for good? So many questions David hadn’t bothered to ask. Thinking of Michael—he’d be fourteen now—made his heart ache. He never once hated or blamed Michael for the way things ended. Michael had been a kid, powerless to the whims of his father. And David had missed Michael like crazy. He often thought of him when he saw Rey with his daughter Faith.

The one thing that David and Samuel could potentially bond over was loving a kid who wasn’t biologically theirs, but David had never brought it up. And he’d made Rey promise to not mention it.

His phone buzzed with a text from Rey: You okay?

Yeah. Need a few minutes. BBS.

He needed more than a few minutes. He needed to go home and drink himself to sleep so he could forget this whole nightmare. But he couldn’t be selfish and leave Rey alone to finish this. He had a job to do. They had to clean up afterward then drive the van back to Rey’s house to unload what needed to be unloaded. After that David could drive his own car home.

A few more hours and he could forget the arrival of a man who’d just as abruptly walked into his life seven years ago.

Author Bio:
No stranger to the writing world, A.M. Arthur has been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long. She credits an early fascination with male friendships and "bromance" (and "The Young Riders") with her later discovery of and subsequent affair with m/m romance stories. When not writing, she can be found in her kitchen, pretending she's an amateur chef and trying to not poison herself or others with her cuisine experiments.

Summary:
Centuries ago, the passion they shared as Native American lovers ended in tragedy. Together again and unaware of their past, can they claim the love that’s rightfully theirs?

Seattle newspaper reporter Lainey Hughes is desperate to find her mother who has disappeared into a doomsday cult sequestered somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. She teams up with Gage Stuart, a jaded cop whose young son is also being held there. As they race up the coast in a kayak searching for their loved ones, Lainey’s visions show her the past . . . the present . . . and the future.

Lives are on the line. Love is within reach. And trust is hard to come by.

What Lainey Sees may help two wounded souls embrace their future . . . but only if they’ll learn from past mistakes.

She interrupted him. “Hold me, Gage. Just hold me. We could have died back there. My God, what would have happened to my mother?”

There were times to think and times not to think. Like now. Gage shut his eyes and held her. For a minute, he pretended Keven was safe. They were safe. That everything was normal. He inhaled Lainey’s scent, the feel of her breasts beneath her jacket. His hand traced the curve of her hip, the swell of her tight, round ass. Sweet Carolina, she felt good.

“Gage?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

She dropped her arms, took his head between her hands and brought his face forward until his lips were within grazing distance of her own. “I . . . want . . . you.” Each word was a puff of heat sliding out from her lips into his.

His body responded in the most elemental way. He wanted her. Bad. He wanted to make this respite from danger last just a little bit longer. But that was his dick talking, and the last time he’d listened, he’d gotten his rocks burned, not off. He inched back and put some space between them. “You’re in shock, Lainey. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

She feathered her lips over his. “I’m saying I want you.”

The backs of his knees quivered.

She brushed her lips over his a second time. “You. Gage Stuart.”

“Now who’s teasing?” he asked thickly.

“I’m not teasing, I’m begging.” This lip brush had a little tongue action.

He trembled. He’d told her she would beg for him.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” She licked his lower lip. “Me to beg?”

His mouth was on fire. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do, Gage. This time, I do. Make love to me.” Her eyes were a rich, dark chocolate, heavy-lidded with passion. “I need to forget everything for a little while. Celebrate being alive.” Her arms went under his shirt. “No strings. No ulterior motives. Just two people taking comfort from each other.” Her jacket sleeve was slippery cold against his skin, but her fingers were hot as they grazed his belly, his nipples. He shivered.

He was standing in a cold cave with a warm woman crawling all over him. Wanting him. His need was great, his body was primed, the woman was ready and willing. So why couldn’t he pretend it was just about sex?

Because this was different. The why of it didn’t matter. It just was. He needed Lainey Hughes like he needed his next breath.

Maybe even more.

The topic I’ve been asked to write on: The Freedoms vs. Restrictions of Writing Time Travel/Paranormal/Supernatural Genre
Thanks very much for hosting me and featuring What Lainey Sees on Padme’s Library. I’m happy to be here!

The question is an interesting one. Every writing genre – from romance to suspense to literary to westerns – has its own freedoms and restrictions. Along with writing romance and women’s fiction as Laura Tobias, I also write YA and children’s fiction as Laura Langston. There are freedoms and restrictions in writing for young people too, though not as many as you might think. In my opinion, a good story is a good story and I rarely consider freedoms and restrictions as I focus on character, plot and the story I’m driven to tell.

Having said that, What Lainey Sees posed some unique challenges. It’s not a classic time travel in the sense of the word but more of a past life romance where the main characters experience themselves living in two distinctly different time periods, with both time periods impacting and influencing the other. In the present day, Seattle newspaper reporter Lainey Hughes is desperate to find her mother who has disappeared into a doomsday cult sequestered somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. She teams up with Gage Stuart, a jaded cop whose young son is also being held there. As they race up the coast in a kayak searching for their loved ones, their past life intrudes. Lainey has visions of being a powerful Indian shaman woman called Bright Eyes and she knows, with certainty, that Gage was her lover in that life – a powerful Nootka warrior named Satsokis. Their tempestuous and tragic past hundreds of years earlier influences them today and it also complicates their challenges rescuing their loved ones from a possible death sentence.

One of the freedoms in writing a past life novel is the ability to bring out the motivations, fears and belief systems of the main characters without a lot of backstory. Lainey, for instance, has psychic ability but it’s suppressed. In her past life as Bright Eyes, using her psychic ability led to a tragic outcome. It’s more powerful to illustrate that through active scenes showing the rising tension between Bright Eyes and Satsokis rather than through narrative. It’s more fun for the reader too. And when we flip back to the Lainey/Gage story line, the ancient argument flares again, only it’s playing out in a more contemporary way.

One of the challenges in a dual life story line is that flipping back and forth between the two story lines. I think it’s important for both stories to stand alone – to have a beginning, middle and an end (whether that’s a happy ending or a tragic one). It’s also important that the flow between the present and the past be seamless. I worked hard to ensure the transitions between present day Seattle and the Native American coastal life of the 1700s flowed easily. And I’m quite happy with the way they turned out.

As I mentioned earlier, every novel written poses restrictions and freedoms. The very nature of creating characters and putting them in worlds means how they act and what they say and do must be true to those worlds. That’s true whether it’s a paranormal world, a teen world, a supernatural world, or a past life world. Bright Eyes and Satsokis were devoted lovers in the 1700s but their world as Native Americans living on the coast was a very different milieu than the world Lainey and Gage inhabit in Seattle. Some may see that as a restriction. I don’t see it that way. I see it as a freedom to explore the important themes like love and devotion and being true to oneself regardless of where you are or what timeline you’re living in.

Thanks again for letting me drop in at Padme’s Library. Happy reading!Laura Tobias

Author Bio:
By the time she hit Grade Four, Laura Tobias knew she was going to be a writer. So did the teachers. It was the persistent daydreaming and invisible friends that tipped them off. The question was: how could she daydream for the rest of her life and get paid for it? The answer: Trade the crayons for a computer and write those stories down. Oh, and grow up first. She’s managed the first two. She’s still working on the growing up part.

Laura Tobias lives with her family, including two Shetland sheepdogs, in the Pacific Northwest. When she’s not reading or writing she’s either playing in the garden or spying on people at the grocery store. Laura is an award winning author of 19 books for teens and children written as Laura Langston.

Summary:
Praise for Topaz …
Book 3 in Taylor Lee’s NEW Sexy Suspense Collection: Ladies of the Night.

“USA Today best-selling author Taylor Lee breaks new ground with Topaz, the third book in Lee’s provocative new series, Ladies of the Night. The Ladies are covert agents in a secretive, off the grid security organization. Highly trained fighters, they’re as gorgeous as they are dangerous to the evil men they’re hired to bring to justice. The only thing these formidable women are NOT is “ladies.”

Maya Taveras, Code Name: Topaz, is a mixed-race Zoe Saldana look-a-like. As mysterious as her heritage, a hideous incident in Topaz’s troubled past gives her a dangerous connection to the international Cartel leader at the top of the DEA’s most wanted list. Agent Grayson Webb joins Topaz to infiltrate down the formidable organization. Not surprisingly, Webb falls for his partner, the sultry Topaz. A roller-coaster of a ride rife with violence, sexual attraction and unexpected rivalries make this stormy tale a page turner from the first page to the last.

In the less than four years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than thirty books. Her six, soon to be seven, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says:“From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?”

Summary:
Luke Garrett, a young oil mogul, can't get his business counterpart to return his calls after a deal goes bad. After making every effort to contact the man, Luke decides to kidnap his former partner's son, Alex, to gain the man's attention to their shared problem.

Alex Parker is celebrating his eighteenth birthday by getting drunk with his best friend--and studiously avoiding the debutantes his father tries to throw Alex's way. His night of revelry is cut short when he finds himself a houseguest of a rather unconventional abductor.

Even though he's angry and scared, Alex is drawn to Luke, whose plan falls apart when his attraction to Alex generates a change of heart. Luke can't do anything else but turn himself in to the police, much to Alex's dismay. Alex doesn't want to lose his chance at something great before it even begins.

“Happy Birthday to me.” Alex Parker knocked back his beer, already the fifth that afternoon, and squinted at his friend across the table. “What?” he asked as he raised his chin defiantly.
Seth shrugged. “Nothing,” he said, eyeing his friend as he drank his soda.
“Then stop acting like a jerk for once. I’m eighteen now and I want to celebrate my way.”
“Psst. Your fake ID told the bouncer you were twenty-one. You want him to throw you out now? Anyway, you seem to forget your mom’s throwing a birthday bash for you at home. A birthday bash that lacks the birthday boy.”
“If by bash you mean a fancy dinner with my dad’s business counterparts, their wives, and daughters? I’ll pass.”
Seth hummed. “Their daughters, huh? Whew. I can’t stand their whining voices and bossy behavior but they must be great in bed.”
Alex made a face and took another gulp from his bottle. “I feel like cattle paraded around to the highest bidder. I wouldn’t mind if it were their sons, but my dad would have a heart attack if he found out about me.”
“Do you plan on telling him?”
“Hell, no! Do you think he could handle it? I can see him reading the headlines now: Alex Parker, Heir of Parker Oil Company, Caught Fucking a Guy.”
Seth let out a belly laugh. “I can imagine your dad’s face. Hey”–he leaned forward– “but have you done that–you know–with a guy?”
Alex’s face felt warm and it was not because of the beer.
“Uh, no,” he said in something close to a whisper. “I mean, I’ve seen pictures and videos; they looked fantastic. The guys are so hot; I get hot just looking at them, their hard chests, peaked nipples asking to be tweaked…” Alex began to daydream.
“Uh, Alex, I feel like puking here.”
“Shut up.” Alex laughed. “You just don’t know, dude.”
“I’d rather not, I guess. Much prefer those soft mounds myself–”
“Okay, point taken.” Alex cut him off. “What I mean is those guys have everything and I mean everything. They’d just point at me laughing their asses off if they so much as looked at me.”
“Now wait a minute,” Seth said. “You’re saying–”
Alex sighed. “Yeah, just look at me. I’m just this tall, lanky kid. No one would want to be with me, especially those hunky dudes.”
“Stop it. Just stop it.” Seth squeezed his forearm so tightly that Alex yelped.
“Seth, you’re hurting me!” he cried out.
Seth released him. “Sorry. But you should quit with the self-pity act. Have you looked in the mirror lately? If I were into dudes, I’d have hit on you the first time we met. Those long curly eyelashes, pouty lips that always look wet–I bet every girl and gay man want to taste them.”
Alex sat leaning forward, propping his chin on his hand.
“You really think so?” He smiled then shook his head. “Wait, what? You said you weren’t interested yet you noticed all those things?” Alex chuckled.
“Shut up.” Seth’s face reddened. He shoved Alex’s bottle into his hand. “Go ahead, drink more. By morning you won’t remember our discussion.”
Alex complied and finished his drink before he signaled a waitress for more beer.
Seth frowned at him.
“I wasn’t serious about more drinks, you know.”
Alex pointed at him with his newly acquired bottle.
“Stop it, all right? And you’re driving.”
“As if that wasn’t obvious two hours ago,” Seth muttered into his glass and took a sip.

* * * * *

Night slipped away, and Alex couldn’t lift his head off the table. He felt Seth tug at him and he waved his hand off, but his head was too heavy. He didn’t fight when Seth pulled him up and propped him on his shoulder.
“We’re going home now.” Alex heard Seth’s words amidst his huffing breaths.
“No, not going home,” he slurred.
“Uh-huh,” Seth said. “Your mom’s been calling you all night.”
Alex didn’t answer. He didn’t want to answer; didn’t have the energy to. He let Seth lead them through the throngs of people in the pub. Sharp scents of sweat, alcohol, and something Alex wouldn’t think about invaded his nostrils and made his stomach roll. He pressed himself into the side of Seth’s body. He was grateful to have Seth with him. Honestly, Alex wouldn’t mind being Seth’s boyfriend if his friend wanted to change his mind about his sexual orientation.
Outside, a fresh breeze caressed his face and Alex took a deep breath. The wind helped cool down his hot head and he became aware of his surroundings. He pushed Seth away and his friend turned to him.
“What is it? Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” Alex nodded, squeezed his eyes shut, and took a deep breath as his head swam with the slight movement. “Uh, no, I don’t think so.”
Seth snorted.
The bastard.
“Come on.” Seth pulled Alex close, and he went with him without complaint. He staggered next to Seth and almost plunged down face first when Seth suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“Seth, what the hell–”
Alex tried to focus as he saw a group of men in dark suits walk toward him and Seth and begin to slowly circle them. Men in Black? He giggled.
“Alex, who are they?” Seth hissed in his ear.
Alex arched an eyebrow. Seth’s kidding, right? Alex was the one heavily drunk. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one asking the question?
“It’s okay, Mr. Chandler. We’ll take it from here.”
Alex’s eyebrows shot up to reach his hairline as one of the men spoke to Seth.
“What? How do you know my name?” Seth squeaked.
“Just relax. Alex’s father sent us to pick him up. He’s been worried.”
Alex laughed. Since when did his father worry about him? He only cared when he thought Alex was going to do something to disgrace the family. Come to think of it, maybe this time he would.
“You work for my father?” Alex asked. God, his head was throbbing. “Why haven’t I seen you before?”
“Alex, let’s get the hell out of here,” Seth begged beside him.
“You haven’t seen us, Alex, but we’ve seen you.” The man laughed but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s what we do; keep an eye on you and your family.”
Alex swayed in Seth’s hands, holding onto him tightly.
“I don’t like this, Alex.”
“Neither do I. Let’s go.”
Another man in black rushed forward and grabbed Alex, wrenching him away from Seth.
“Hey!” they cried out.
“I’m going home with my friend. Let me go!” Alex shouted.
It was no use. Men in black surrounded him from every angle. He couldn’t see Seth anywhere.

Author Bio:
I’m Iyana Jenna and you can call me Iyana. I like writing, romance, and man love so as you can see on this site, you’re mostly going to find m/m stories whether they are for adults or young adults. They are not going to be too heavy on explicit sex, though, as many say that my stories are considered sweet romance.​
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November 29, 2012, was the date that I will never forget. That was the time when I got my first acceptance email from a publisher where I sent my first story to be published. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes and I think I cried a little. :)

When I don’t write, I teach English to children, teens, and adults. I also work in the curriculum and materials department in an institution. Among my responsibilities are writing books and tests.
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I love watching, listening to music, and, of course, reading. I like chocolate, cheese, strawberry, anything that is good. If you want to know more about me, come and have a chat.

Summary:
One girl. Two wolves. Promised to one. Destined for the other.

To escape the cruel, overbearing, Kade, the Yukon Pack alpha she’s been promised to, Bailey Whitehill flees her home in search of a new life, one of freedom where she can make her own choices. However, Kade will stop at nothing to make her his and begins the hunt.

As Bailey starts her new life, everything she’s known to be true, is not. Time is of the essence and choices have to be made or consequences suffered. Not only does Bailey fear Kade, but another danger lurks deep in the recesses of the forest. Unbeknownst to her, that danger is what she’s been searching for all along. At the turn of the moon, her fate hangs in the balance . . . and it’s up to her to make the right choice.

Author Bio:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can't forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.

Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over seventeen novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

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Summary:
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Author Bio:
Anna Othitis lived and was raised in the beautiful land and country of Zimbabwe, Africa (home will always be home. She left all of her life long memories, endless charity work and good people behind vowing that she will continue supporting the needy children in her land Zimbabwe, Africa and beyond. After traveling long and short distances from the East coast to the West coast twice she and her family eventually found their sense of belonging and final settling destination in New Jersey, USA.

Her husband George, sons Johnny, Elia and Frankie encouraged her to write her first children's book titled "My First Travel Book", inspired by Frankie (Captain Frankie), who is graduating from his Masters degree in Aeronautical Science and beginning his career as a professional pilot. Anna's favorite saying is "Be Bold Be Brave".

She was inspired to write her children's books with a vision to link up the children Africa and of the world on Angelic Airlines to so many beautiful places of interest and popularity on our wonderful planet Earth with all its beautiful some natural and some man made creations and resources. One of the beautiful natural wonders featured in her books is in her birth land of Zimbabwe "The Mighty Victoria Falls" All of her books educate our children and widen their scope of interest in the amazing surroundings, creations and nature to appreciate and look after our environment for many generations still to come.

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